After The Contract Ends, The Ceo Regrets Novels & Stories

“I feel there is something more than that. Something more than that. However, I have decided to end the partnership” He paused, twerking the jacket to fade him “What do you mean end the partnership?” He asked. I shrugged “You heard me. I have decided to end it. He wants to form a collaboration with another company. I would handle it” “How?” He asked. I shrug “Any way” At exactly twenty minutes later I am sitting in the company board room. All the heads of department and their assistants were sitting beside each other, tablets in front. I clear my throat “As from this minute, Douglass ceased to be with our company. I have ended the contract with him”

My version of happy was just me and him. I don’t decide to go. My body just moves, because staying caged in here was driving me crazy. Enough with the *woe is me* and crying. I grabbed my handbag, then went to the desk in the art room and retrieved the contract. I was not waiting any longer. I was going to him. We could resolve this, I know we could. But one thing was for sure…whatever happened, that contract was no longer going to define us. I had called the Uber before I lost courage. I give the cab driver the destination - Midas Media head office. The whole trip over, I kept going over what I would say to him. Would he be mad that I came to his place of work unannounced?

They wouldn't believe me for anything. This is not the kind of CEO novel that his kid sneaks to read! I didn't expect it, the actual scene was even more absurd. "Raised eyebrows?" Carl raised his eyebrows. Amelia looked at him at that moment. Carl's gaze fell, "He split his brokerage contract in half with the Cromwell Group. Handle it as you see fit, don't worry about offending anyone. The best time to strike back is after the show airs." The big boss spoke. Catherine hung up the phone and started to work more efficiently.

Cecile looked at her son and gently advised, “But son, that should be the least of your concerns now. Think about what the board of directors would say now that you have lost such an important collaboration. You have worked so hard to convince them that you can be the CEO, and with this happening, your foundation might be shaken.” “Mom, I will think of something. By tomorrow morning, I think that I will have a solution.” But he did not expect that when he woke up the next day, his world would have been turned upside down. Almost everyone was canceling their contracts, regardless of the losses they would incur. It was as if a plague had befallen the Grayson Group of Companies. … “I hate hospi

And the man who signed a non-disclosure agreement I had ripped to shreds less than forty-eight hours ago. A suffocating silence filled the room. My mind reeled, a sudden flash of heat rushing through my veins as the memories of his hands, his voice, and the utter arrogance of his morning-after contract collided with the reality of the corporate partnership sitting before me. Julian leaned forward, resting his elbows on the mahogany table. The slow, dangerous smirk that played on his lips was entirely imperceptible to the rest of the board, but to me, it was a declaration of war.

How dare they turn down our company so many times! “Grand Ambience, huh? We’ll see.” Elijah took a few steps back when he noticed how scary my expression turned “Boss, the contract was with Chiq Royale, and we have the chance to cancel it without anyone getting hurt. There wouldn’t even be the need for compensation if both parties agreed to cancel the contract. I…” This idiot!

"Wow! I am so astonished by what you just said. Fathers like you are not meant to be a father. I know what I am saying inasmuch as I want your daughter, fathers like you do not appreciate such a brilliant and beautiful daughter. If you were the one your mother did this or your father did this to, how would you feel? Mr. Gregory, I am no longer interested in your daughter get this into your skull and leave my fucking phone alone" "So you mean it is too late for me to find a solution?" "Mr. Gregory, it is very late. I cannot consider what you are talking about. The contract has expired and I am not ready to rephrase my statement" "So which means whatever solution I bring up you will not accept

The curt response was all I could give. “It was stated clearly that you can't leave until the one-month deal is over,” he said with a smirk on his face. “And you sighed it, you don’t have much choice” The tension between us was palpable. Franco crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, challenging me to speak. I took a deep breath and spoke. “I realize that I signed a contract,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “But that was before I knew the full extent of what you were asking of me, I want to opt-out now!” I said and his gaze on me… was annoying.

Sometimes I wonder who the boss is between us "I don't get you sir" "You won't get me, how will you? Your job is to make researches on contract that will benefit us but a huge contract is going on already and my own company doesn't even know about it. Isn't it just great" I asked in sarcasm "I... I .. I'm sorry sir" "Get your sorry ass out of my office and bring me detailed information on the contract" "Y.. yes sir" he answered shakily and left

Anyone could easily overhear us, and with the kind of respect Clarence was obliged to regard me with, anyone with brains could easily put one and two together. I imagined how it would look. The CEO disappears from the earth for months on a never-ending trip to goodness knows where, and around the same time, a young worker named Trent, whom the manager himself regards with respect, is employed. I had no doubt that the story would make the headlines, and a lot of investors would be forced to pull out, seeing that I was making a fool out of them. “Are you at the company?” came Clarence's voice. “Did you finally get whatever you were looking for and finally agree to end this folly?”